out of the same mouth come both blessing and cursing. my friends, this should not be.
last week as we were rushing out the door preston grabbed the sleeve of my 2006 world series jacket, pointed at the blessed insignia and said: "daddy's bird?" "yes," i quickly replied. "my bird?" he asked. "yes!" i immediately responded.
that moment nearly brought tears to my eyes. such great hope.
tonight, as kellie and i keep doing 30 pound curls as we drag our screaming tot back to bed he caught me stealing glimpses of the cards/reds game on the laptop. for about ten bed runs thereafter he kept screaming "baseball! baseball! baseball!" and darting towards the laptop.
that dirty little schemer.
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